trader joes had "pumpkin painting" today, but toots was not feeling the brisk of air that kept whooshing by. cold that crept into ears and up arm sleeves and pant legs when no one was looking. cold that drifted into your immune system when your guard was down (and neither of us handles illness well). we grabbed some goodies, a few non-essential groceries, free magazines and headed indoors to the library where warmth and wonder live.
